Wednesday, February 18, 2015

stinging on wing

Bright trees ahead
don't make me traverse
that road again
I'll wander beyond
this tangled strand
my synapses sing
ready for your command.
I am a scorpion
stinging on wing
like a fire in the trees
reality I defy-
fortuitous tidings-
into frays I fly
trill the voices of waters
raging catastrophe
contaminant disease
my plague is born
whisk flower to flower
snap seed unshorn
pollen kingdom before me
I would be in ecstasy
but honey of harmony
dollops out of reach
automaton smile
hovers just below eyes
not meeting nor moving
a drone's dull trial.

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